"My brothers and sisters thought I would be very fond of you, because you brought change. You yourself are a variable."
"But their guess was not entirely correct. There was at least one thing about you that I hated."
"That was your habit of communicating in such a simple and direct manner."
Tzeentch interrupted Qin Mo's revelation and began describing its feelings.
"Because of your overly simple and direct communication, many conflicts that should have occurred do not occur. Misunderstandings do not arise, and thus change disappears as well."
"Is that good? No, it is not. There is not enough change!"
Tzeentch felt that it was enduring torment.
It could have simply left without listening to Qin Mo's explanation, if it had not wanted to hear it.
Qin Mo could not stop it, at least not for the time being.
But while that would have been the right course of action for an ordinary creature, it was utterly impossible for Tzeentch.
Tzeentch looked forward to the variables brought by the unknown, but it was also bound to the concept of seeking knowledge.
That was why it remained here, listening to Qin Mo personally tell it things it already knew, cutting off the last possibility of change or surprise, yet still refusing to leave.
This was torment exclusive to Tzeentch.
"You could clearly deduce what I was going to do." Qin Mo continued. "You suddenly appeared before me and voluntarily let me measure you, all for that little bit of change. Change, my ass. What change could there possibly be? You might as well honestly wait for me to bring you a surprise. At least that could still lead to two possibilities: whether I could break into your Demon Realm and kill you, or fail to do so."
"Deducing the truth